Cora POV
The hospital came into view. I had been half-listening to Bluey on the way here, most of which I would like to see, before making up my mind about the different doctors and nurses I have learned over the years. It's how you treat them that determines how they react to you and how you're treated. If you are competent, they want you, but respect it when you say you are dealing and are busy.
Gunner found a parking spot, and Bluey led the way inside. The fast pace was too much for me, hobbling for the first time with just the one crutch, not yet ready to walk too far without support.
"Bluey, slow it," Gunner called out. She stopped and turned around, a guilty look draining the happy smile from her face.
"Sorry, forgot." Bluey waited for us to catch up and moved on at a slower pac
